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Their Only Fault, Really…


He’s Got that Loving Feeling…

“Dogs lives are too short. Their only fault, really.” ~ Agnes Sligh Turnbull ~

It’s turning out that grooming day, or spa day, as we like to high handily call it in the Burch house, it becoming eventful. Eventful in ways I would rather avoid.

As coincidence would have it, the last two times “spa day” has fallen on each pet’s yearly physical. As I recounted in an earlier post, when we picked them up last time, we were told it was critical BabyGirl, our little Rain Man in a dog suit, have her teeth cleaned.

Boy was it ever critical. Tall & Handsome called me on the way home after he picked her up from her dental visit and broke the news, “They pulled 17 teeth.”

Now, those of you who know me really well will know the next sentence was the occurrence of a minor miracle – I was totally and utterly speechless. For about 45 seconds as images of a puckered face BabyGirl flashed through my head. You can read that post to see how BabyGirl and mom survived the outcome.

So, when we sent Watson and BabyGirl off for their grooming a couple of weeks ago we knew it was time for Watson’s yearly. No problem, just a formality to get out of the way.

Oh, wait – did you hear that shoe anvil drop? Yep, there was yet another surprise waiting when T & H picked our pups up after their “spa day”.

Now, for a little background let me preface with this – we rescued BabyGirl in 2012. She was about two years old at the time. As hard as it is to believe she will be with us four years this coming September. This makes her about six years old.

Watson, our Wonderkin, came to us two weeks shy of his first birthday in 2006. On August 30th he will turn 11 years old. As I type those words not only can I not believe it, but I have an overwhelming urge to go into denial mode because there’s a day in our future I can’t even begin to think about. I’ve even told T & H we need to start a Schnauzer Slush Fund to prepare for that day, because I just don’t know if I can survive without another Wonderkin.

So, T & H walks in the door with two transformed pups – all groomed and looking dog show quality. He on the other hand looked like a man searching for something, and he was.

The right words to tell me what he had to tell me. Oh, snap.

He said, “The vet wanted to talk to me about Watson before we left. Watson has a heart murmur.”

What I felt was indescribable. No, that’s not true. I wanted to rend my clothes, sit in sackcloth and ashes, weep and gnash my teeth and then sit Shiva – and I’m not even Jewish (well, maybe a tiny bit somewhere in my ancestry).

You see this little dog has been more to me than a dog. I know everyone says that, but he really has been. He’s been my friend, my buddy, my pal, my entertainer, my protector, my encourager, my confidant, my child and my angel unaware.

I had that once before in my Ladybug – my little English Cocker Spaniel. I never thought I’d have something like that again.

But, Watson has been that and in some ways has “gone where no dog has gone before”. He’s one of the smartest dogs I’ve ever known in my life.

T & H and I thought we were smart when we started spelling words to keep him from knowing what we were saying. Watson was smarter when he learned what we were spelling.

If I’m sitting on the bed with my laptop working on something and the timer goes off in the kitchen, he jumps down off the bed and heads to the kitchen ahead of me.

He’s crazy about Granddad, my Daddy and will greet him at the door with such excitement – screaming and carrying on like a teenage girl at a rock concert. And, then, they scuffle.

Like any “child” Watson has had his adventures and misadventures – many I’ve recounted here in this blog.

For instance, Watson is a chocolate bandit. Yes, I know! Chocolate is bad for dogs! Try telling that to the Jack Sparrow of the Schnauzer world. He’s managed to eat my one and only remaining Godiva milk chocolate and coconut truffle – and look punch drunk satisfied, sated, happy and not one iota guilty. He’d do it again in a New York minute. And, I’ve caught him mid-bite with a brownie bite in his mouth. He did have the good common German sense to let it drop out of his mouth. It was a pitiful sight.

But, like anyone with charm and charisma – you just can’t stay upset with him very long.

He’s the perfect companion for me, a person who battles chronic illness and disability. He helps me do it with humor, style and cuddles. He senses when I’m having a really hard time and then, like I tell T & H with humor, Watson becomes like a big hairy tick attached to my side.

How do you face the absence of that in your life? Roughly.

Right now Watson’s heart is compensating for the murmur and the vet said he should be fine unless he becomes listless or starts coughing a lot. For now, he seems as right as rain. We are choosing to enjoy each day as a good day, and so far it has been.

It is because of the men in my life I have a love for dogs. My Papaw had dogs and my Daddy made sure we had dogs when we were girls. T & H brought Watson home to me when Watson was two weeks shy of his first birthday.

I could extol the many wonderful qualities of dogs. I’ve always said there’s no mistake that dog is god spelled backwards – they are His ministering angels here on Earth. But, I am finding…”Dogs lives are too short. Their only fault, really…”

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Provide Them with Food, Water, Shelter and Affection and They Will Think You are god, by Beverly Hicks Burch

Owners of dogs will have noticed, that if you provide them with food and water and shelter and affection, they will think you are god.”  ~ Christopher Hitchens ~

Babygirl, Watson and the Snow

We’ve had Babygirl now for about a year and a half. And it has been 18 months on one big learning curve full of ups, downs, curly-cues and banana peels – as in Three Stooges slap stick – wooo, wooo, wooo banana peels.

Just to refresh your mind – Babygirl is the adorably cute and photogenic Miniature Schnauzer in the above picture. Her “brother” Watson, our first Schnauzer is standing behind her at the bottom of the steps on the driveway.

Let me tell you – these two little dogs are as different as they look – like night and day.

I laugh every time I look at this picture because Babygirl looks like a WWE wanna be wrestler. And that’s, so far from who she is. She is still so skittish even after 18 months we find it unbelievable. She’s almost afraid of her shadow.

In the picture she actually has snow caught all up in her beard making her look a little menacing, but she’s not. We’ve had two snow events here in Alabama within two weeks of each other in late January and February and during that time Babygirl discovered she was a snow gourmand.

Babygirl and her smorgsborgd

Babygirl at her smordgasbord

Yes, you are seeing exactly what you think you are – Babygirl is “brunching” off the snow that covered our outdoor firepit. How convenient for her it was at the perfect level – mouth level.

She has come far in the 18 months she’s been part of the Burch family. Her little tail spends most of its happy little time up and not plastered to her backside in fear or displeasure. She happily avails herself to the food and water bowls – and Watson’s, too. As a result she has filled out and when she trots around the house she has a little diva sway in her walk. She is quite fond of treats, too. Marshmallow is a very special word in our house – it causes spasms of excitement – who would have “thunk it”?

But, as far as Tall & Handsome goes – well, the jury is still out on that one. We can all be up on the bed in the evening before our fur babies have to go to their “condos” (crates) for bedtime. T & H and I will be watching a little TV, reading or spending some time on the computer. Watson has no problem whatsoever establishing his rightful place, which is usually between T & H and myself. Babygirl usually lays at the foot of the bed down by my feet.

Should T & H get up and walk around to her side of the bed or room, Babygirl gets up and moves to the head of the bed next to me. When T & H nears her “personal space” it’s like a giant asteroid is hurtling towards Earth – a major red-code-get-out-of-the-way-emergency.

We still would like to meet the guy or guys in a dark alley who abused this little dog and made her so fearful of men. There isn’t anyone one Earth who has a softer heart for animals than my T & H.

Babygirl still has a few other issues that discombobulate us from time to time. Take for instance her ability to jump up on the bed. She learned in no time flat – like a high speed race car going from zero to 60 in three seconds.

Then one day a switch went off in that little mind of hers and ZAP, she no longer could do it anymore. A few days later the switched tripped again and ZAP she was hopping up on the bed again. About two weeks later ZAP – yep, you got it she started riding the short bus on how to get up on Momma’s bed. I am now her enabler and the ONLY way she will get on the bed.

And, then there’s that digestion thing. For such a dainty, girly looking little thing, this little dog could blow the walls down burping.

You have not lived until a dog jumps up, looks deeply and adoringly into your eyes and then burps. You can hear her across the house. It rocks your world – not… We won’t talk about those methane emission either or the fact that if T & H needs to pick her up for some emergency reason she emits some funky fear pheromone that rivals the best bloodhound or skunk. It is so odoriferous it strikes fear in the heart of a grown man…my grown man in particular.

She still gets rattled suddenly and will do that “running in place, getting traction, trying to get away thing” when startled. After 18 months of peaceful living you would think that would have stopped. Nope, not so far, but, there is less of it.

And, there is progress. T & H says quite often, “Honey you saved that little dog and she knows it. She is your dog. She adores you. She is a one person dog.”

I don’t really know what to say because T & H is such an animal person. Babygirl doesn’t know what she’s missing out on by being a “daddy’s girl”.

But, he is right. She is my dog. She follows me everywhere and I do mean EVERYWHERE. Let me tell you, life is not complete until you sit down on a toilet – even to just rub foot cream on your feet, and a little brown eyed dog pops up beside you and stares lovingly and adoringly into your eyes. Sometimes I’m like, “Really, Babygirl, you want to do this NOW?!”

She has gain courage in her quest to go where I am. Therefore she learned to trek up and down the stairs so she could go to the quilt room with me.

Courage, one step at a time. That’s all it will take and who knows where she will be 18 more months from now. But, I do know one thing. What Christopher Hitchens said is true. I have fed her, watered her, sheltered her and given her love and affection and when she looks at me I can see I am her everything – for lack of a better word – her god, her provider. (T & H does the same thing and hopefully one day she will see this in him, too, and not continue to unjustly reject him – hummm – what a word picture we have here.)

It made me think – about the word pictures. Where do we look for our needs, concerns and worries? Do we look up? Or are we on a hamster wheel spinning, spinning, spinning wearing ourselves out? We do have Someone to look up to, also.

Look at the birds of the air, they do not sow or reap or store away in barns, and yet your Heavenly Father feeds them. Are you not much more valuable than they?’ ~ Matt. 6:26 ~ NIV

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Dogs are Miracles with Paws, by Beverly Hicks Burch

“Dogs are miracles with paws.” ~ Susan Ariel Rainbow Kennedy ~

Watson watching Poppa go to work 2013 A

I took today’s picture one morning when Tall & Handsome was leaving for work. Watson, the Wonderkin was standing in the screened-in deck with me just “itching” to run out and jump in the car and go somewhere with “Poppa”.

I told him to stay and thought nothing of it until I looked down and saw him in this pose. The little scamp had propped his front paws up on the patio chair and was gazing out the screen to watch T & H depart. It was just too cute not to snap and I just happen to have my camera with me since I was going to be wandering around in the back yard capturing some photos of nature.

To say that Watson is a remarkable little dog would be a gross understatement. I know most people feel that way about their pets, but this little fellow is crazy smart. I have been a serial dog owner and have owned many fantastic dogs. I even wrote about it in a chapter called To All the Dogs I’ve Loved Before in The BamaSteelMagnolia™ Diaries.

But, this little dog is in a league of his own…

…and he knows his “job” is to take care of me. He does a mighty fine job of it, too. When I’m sick or down he cuddles and snoozes by me, he nudges, loves, plays and enriches my life in ways beyond description.

He is my own little miracle on paws…I’ll even forgive him the time he snatched my last Godiva truffle when I wasn’t looking…

You just don’t take miracles for granted, don’t you know…

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Keepers of the Garden, by Beverly Hicks Burch

First, let me begin this by saying, “I am NOT a hoarder!”

But, I do have little eclectic collections of things I like to gather. Lately it’s been items to add whimsy and fun to the garden, decks and outdoors.

The first one is dedicated to someone I call my littlest angel. This young man (Tyler Clark) use to come with his Momma to my house when we had big quilting get togethers. The group surprised me with an angel quilt one Christmas (angels are another collectible of mine) and Tyler’s momma had made a block for him and incorporated it into the quilt.

Tyler just graduated from high school and is bound for the University of Alabama in Tuscaloosa this fall. RTR!! (For all you non-Alabama folk, that’s Roll Tide Roll!!) So, Tyler will understand the significance of this garden keeper Smile I’m proud of you Tyler!!

Keeper of the Impatients

Keeper of the Impatients

As for the selection of my next keeper, it’s quite obvious, a Miniature Schnauzer to represent our wonderful little boy and resident rascal, Watson the Wonderkin.

Keeper of the Tomatoes

Keeper of the Tomatoes

I certainly prefer these guys to scarecrows any day! And, hand to God…all the other tomatoes not being minded by this little fellow have been nibbled on by some interloper! My yard may soon look like that ancient Chinese tomb they dug up a few years ago that was full of clay Chinese warriors.

If it worked for them, it’s gotta work for me…

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Chocolate, Godiva and Crack for Dogs, by Beverly Hicks Burch

Chocolate, Godiva and Crack for Dogs,

By Beverly Hicks Burch

I have a confession. I am not a chocoholic. I’m not a big sweet eater. If I do eat something sweet, I prefer something fruity, or a cup of yogurt. I am more of a crunchy, salty, savory type of gal. Give me hot popcorn or a bag of Wavy Lays and a carton a low-fat French onion dip and it’s stress-busting, movie watching, dream come true…no spoon and ice cream carton for me…nor sir!


I will confess to an occasional dip into chocolate. Yes, even me. I am not totally impervious to the dark allure of the cacao bean. Although in my case a little chocolate goes a long way…

…and over the course of the last year or so I have made a startling discovery. Chocolate is like crack for my dog! Sad, but true, especially since chocolate is considered poison for canines.

My enlightenment started with a shocking experience when I caught the little bandit red handed or I should saw, red-pawed or red gummed, last fall.

It started like this…I had discovered a product called “brownie bites”. I know, I know…but, at the time I was working from home, T & H was out of town and I thought, “Ok, quick and easy.” A couple of these tiny little gems (about an inch or so across) were just enough to satisfy any sweet tooth longing I might have and not be a calorie buster.

The first time I brought them home, Watson, AKA the Wonderkin who admits to being a typical Miniature Schnauzer in many ways, but is also like a little boy zipped up in a dog suit, went berserk. I swear the dog could smell the chocolate through the unopened plastic container. Knowing what I know now, I swear, he could be the first Miniature Schnauzer trained and used to sniff out contraband down at the local fat farm. But, at the time, I had no idea what that omen meant for me or that chocolate was the trigger until a few days later.

One evening after work I decided to try these little jewels. I was also going to have a cup of coffee. So, smart girl that I am, I took two brownie bites out of the plastic container, placed them artfully and neatly on a saucer. I turned on my Kuerig coffee brewer to warm up and then took my brownie bites to the bedroom where I intended to watch a good chick flick while enjoying my brownie bites and coffee while snuggle up under a quilt on my king-sized Select Comfort bed. Innocently, I sat the saucer down on the nightstand…way far from the edge and returned to the kitchen to brew my cup of coffee.

I then returned to the bedroom and the minute my foot crossed the bedroom door thread hold I knew something was wrong. Standing in the middle of the king sized bed with a HUGE guilty sign flashing madly over his head stood my 15 pounds of adorable, addicted Schnauzer. And when he saw me, something immediately dropped out of his mouth.

When I saw the dark brown blob my first reaction was a screaming brain shouting, “Oh my gosh Willy Wonka is back!” But, I calmed myself and with the heightened senses of a good CSI I began to take in the scene. As I glanced around the room, one of the first pieces of glaring evidence I noticed was a totally empty saucer setting on the nightstand…that’s right, no brownie bites. Then, when I approached the brown blob lying on the bed I saw what strongly resembled an almost eaten brownie bite…it was just kinda flattened, kinda damp (is that called biological?) and with the perfect imprint of doggie teeth smack dab in the middle. No need to make a plaster cast to see whose teeth the imprint would match… That and a very guilty looking Schnauzer equaled one thing…one little dog in deep caca…

But, being the good mom that I am, my mind quickly kicked into worry mode when I began to calculate the possibility of what was going to happen to my little angel who had just ingested doggie poison. Long story short, he was perfectly fine, slept like a baby and miraculously had no side or after effects.

But, from that day forward even the whiff of chocolate has been like crack for this dog. I swear on a good day in a down draft he can smell chocolate all the way from Hershey, PA…and we’re in the South.

Now, here’s where another little confessions comes into play. My Tall & Handsome kinda has an inside to Godiva. This year for Valentine’s Day he totally surprised me with their new bakery truffles which are like OMGosh fantastic. It was a pleasure I managed to share…and stretch out until just the other day. But, every time I took the box out of the fridge Watson went crazy and would attach to me like dust bunnies to Velcro. Needless to say, he just had to dream…no way would I knowingly be enabling his little habit…

Well, he got his well planned little revenge this evening.

Today when T & H came in from work, he brought me one special Godiva truffle…milk chocolate with a coconut center. I was delighted because this is one of my favorites and is kind of rare. I could hardly wait until after dinner…that truffle was my reason for getting through dinner. I could already taste it…

But, oh, how life like to play little tricks on us…and how short our memory is. Once again, I placed my precious little gem on the nightstand and went into the kitchen to prepare dinner. The truffle would be my special treat while I watched Castle…or maybe not…

After dinner as settled in for a little TV I reached over to pick up my special little chocolate morsel…taste buds anticipating heaven. Instead, there was an oddly vacant space on the nightstand. I didn’t even have to wonder. I knew the Godiva loving, chocolate loving, crack addict bandit had struck again…and he wasn’t even feeling guilty…or even a little queasy…he was snoozing peacefully at the foot of the bed happy as a lark.

Does anyone know a good rehab for a chocolate addicted, Godiva loving Schnauzer?

See mug shots below…

Who me guilty

Who Me? Do I look guilty?

Chocolate hangover

Chocolate Hangover

Poison who said poison

Poison? Did someone say poison?!

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And then I had Chowder…, by Beverly Hicks Burch

The day broke and I could see the aftermath of last night’s “winter weather event”. I was a little leery to peek out of my blinds this morning because I heard  sleet and freezing rain blowing up against my bedroom window all night into the wee hours of the morning…yes, we’re talking until about 4:30AM CST.

The day up on the mountain has been grey and cold. The street is “slushy” at best and the only vehicles I’ve seen have been ATVs and 4 wheel drives.

When Watson the Wonderkin and I ventured out we found a glazed, crunchy, cold, icy world. Wonderkin wasn’t quite sure where his “potty” went AND why just last Thursday someone got the great idea to get him groomed (and it went a little too far with a summer cut).

So for now my day will be spent with hot chowder, hot coffee, a fire in the fireplace and a view of a winter wonderland…


really - you're kidding right

You’re kidding, right?

i feel so exposed

I feel so exposed…

one cold schnauzer

That’s one cold Schnauzer

hummm fire yeah right

Yes, a fire would be nice…

honey is it grill time yet

Honey, where’s the burgers?


It was still coming down in tiny little flakes

from the back

Oops, who left the back door open?

watch out for the steps

My big steps and Watsons little steps

that's crunchy slippery snow

Ice breaking

now that's cold

Now that’s cold

don't think i'll be going anywhere anytime soon

Don’t think I’ll be going anywhere anytime soon…

up the street

Up the street

twigs and ice

Branches and Ice

the burden of cold

The burden of being cold…

lower driveway

Lower driveway – skating anyone?

more lower driveway

Top of the upper driveway

wintery crepe myrtle

Wintery Crepe Myrtle



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Heat Exhaustion, by Beverly Hicks Burch

They say a picture is worth a thousand words and in these days of triple digit heat AND heat index…who has the strength for even a hundred words?

Heat exhaustion

Heat Exhaustion…better known as the Dog Days of Summer…

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Some of the Results are in… by Beverly Hicks Burch

Some of the Results are in…

By Beverly Hicks Burch

I’ve shared a little with yall about the experience I’ve had with the recent and not so great tenant who lived in our house for six years. He moved out in January owing a substantial amount of rent and after we took possession of the house back and went in and started surveying we realized the house was greatly damaged…in places great and small.

On the exterior he had let the yard and landscaping I had worked so hard to establish grow up and slip away. When I moved I had a Bermuda lawn. Now, I have weeds and ruts where he parked up to 10 cars at a time in the yard…including the front yard.

I’ve always loved houses with big front porches…call me old-fashioned. Tall & Handsome says our house reminds him of a Northern New Mexico house. It’s quite normal to see stucco haciendas and territorial (Pueblo looking) style houses in New Mexico. But in Northern New Mexico you’ll find homes with steep pitched roofs (to help turn the winter snows). It’s very common for these to be metal roofs. My dream is to one day put a metal roof on my house. It’s also not uncommon for the Northern New Mexico houses to have porches…sometimes that circle the entire house. Well, the porch on my house doesn’t circle the entire house, but it is large…about 28 feet long and 8 or 9 feet deep. “Big Jim” had let honeysuckle, green thorny vine and Lord knows what else grown up onto the handrails and banisters of the porch. The azaleas were being choked to death…

Christmas 2000

The house at Christmas 2000 – boy has the landscaping grown up. This is similar to a Northern New Mexico style house…I dream of a metal roof…

Natchez crepe myrtle before bloom

This is the Crepe Myrtle seen in at the right of the house in the above photo. You can see how much it’s grown in 10 years! It’s a Natchez Crepe Myrtle and should be blooming beautifully shortly…you can also see one of the “parking spaces” in front of the crepe myrtle where cars were parked in the yard. See that BIG driveway? Well, there a second one on the back of the house, too. So, the question is why?!

When “Big Jim” moved into the house it was only about 5 years old. I had lived in the house by myself about two and half of those years, so if the house had been a car we would say it had mostly “highway” miles on it…in other words, it had been lived in gently and with TLC. When I moved out and “Big Jim” and his family moved in the wrecking crew took over. In talking to neighbors it appears there was up to 10 or more people living in the house at any given time…

Appliances were fried…the delivery man said it appeared there had been a fire in the microwave, the stove had been moved and set in the garage, I suspect after they ragged it out. I have never seen an oven that filthy. One of the elements looks like acid or something was put on it and it bubbled up and is useless, the paint is scratched and chipped off and the dishwasher was toast.

Countertop was literally melted, holes were drill into the floor, and woodwork was scarred down to bare wood, ceiling fans rewired, extra dead bolt locks were added to doors that already had dead bolts. Guns safes were put on carpet and allowed to rust, thus rusting the carpet. Peep holes were put in doors I didn’t want them in and are way too high for me. All this was done even though the lease plainly stated no amendment could be made to the house without permission.

The latest two pieces of damage just make me want to bludgeon myself…our jetted tub looks like someone took a utility knife and went crazy in the bottom of the tub. We suspect Momma Big Jim got in there with her walker. And, the air conditioner may have to be replaced. This drives me particularly crazy because less than two years ago I put almost five thousand dollars into the existing system repairing damage “Big Jim” and company cause because they were too lazy to change the filter.

While they lived there I also had to replace the (almost new) hot water heater and have the septic tank pumped because they were flushing baby wipes down the toilet! My dad was there when it was pumped and he said the wipes just came flooding out of the tank and covered the yard like snow. YUK!

I called Big Jim up and said, “James, you know you can’t flush baby wipes down the toilet. I’ve never flushed one into the tank, so how did they get there? Yall aren’t doing that are you?” (I figured I would use line of reasoning…can’t do that with a Florida cracker I discovered…)

“Nope, wasn’t us…”

“Humm, guess they just spontaneously spawned in there and procreated. Well, James listen to me…you cannot flush baby wipes down the toilet! DO NOT FLUSH WIPES DOWN THE TOILET!”

“Oh, no ma’am we don’t and won’t.”

“Okie doke.”

Yeah, right…

When we took the house back over, we discovered two things. In the bathroom downstairs where Big Jim parked his big ol’ behind (the man stood at least 6’ 4”) was a box of baby wipes on the bathroom vanity next to the toilet. Gottcha number uno…

Then when we went to put tile in the upstairs baths (it was already in the downstairs bath) the toilets had to be pulled. Well, when they were pulled baby wipes were stuck under the toilets…I shiver to think what might be lurking in the septic tank…

There is progress being made. Work was started in Feb. and we wanted to be in by July 4th. Don’t know yet if we’ll make that, but we’re hoping it’s soon. Anyway, thought you might like to see what has been keeping Bev and T & H so absolutely worn out…Bev constantly under the influence of paint fumes and walking around with white paint “highlights” in her hair…

almost new kitchen

Painting is done…working on the trim, new appliances in (sorry, I didn’t want Stainless…they remind me of the hospital…guess I’ve spent too much time in those…) and the new floor is down…new counter was installed this week. My favorite cabinet is on the right…

my favorite cabinet

Inside the favorite cabinet…

kitchen & dr

When the tools and work area are cleaned up we can eat in there! Note the extra dead bolt on the French doors…grrrr…

Great room floor and paint

New floor in the Great Room – Watson the Wonder Dog approves…

ceilings painted

Ceilings were painted, too

still working on french door

New Great Room floor…still working on the French door that does downstairs…

front br

Front Guest Bedroom is almost finished

new tile in br

The tub with the mystery damage…

guest bath

Upstairs Guest Bath

baby & guest bath

Once again Watson approves…

To be continued…hopefully soon…and hopefully with after pictures of a happily moved in family…and Miniature Schnauzer…

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I Love My Life…by Beverly Hicks Burch

I love my life...

I Love My Life…

What is it about a dog and a car and a window…?

`Nuff said…


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I’m So Cold and Momma is Sooo Warm, by Beverly Hicks Burch

I’m So Cold and Momma is Sooo Warm

By Beverly Hicks Burch

One trip to the very cold North (almost to the Canadian border) and one unsuspected snowy Alabama evening and morning equal one little Popsicle Schnauzer. Watson’s been trying to warm up all day especially every time he goes for a potty run outside.

This afternoon he very subtly burrowed under an afghan I had thrown over myself as I was sitting on the bed working on the computer. He then proceeded to attach himself to my leg and use it as a cushy pillow. Presto, he was warming up in a hurry!

After a while he took a peek from under the covers to make sure everything was right with the world…and of course I took pictures…

I'm so cute

Napping close to Mom…

Napping on Mom's leg

Did You Wake Me Up?!

My Eyes Adored you

My eyes adored you…

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